A Gentle Ripple

A faint warmth seeped up from the smooth planks beneath me. I paused, feeling the quiet rhythm of the morning settling into my coils... deliberate and soft. With an easy shift of weight, I found I could move. I eased my head forward, sliding across the cool grain of the wood until my chin rested gently against the plush foot of the brown moose beside me. Everything was calm, still, and entirely new.